【Twenty-Five Eight】Soldiers are coming to the city
"No come here!" This time, she pressed her dagger against her neck.
Zhu Minglie's steps suddenly frozen, his eyes were cold...
"Let me go, otherwise all you get is a corpse. If you want it, I'll give it to you now!"
His deep eyes looked at the dagger in her hand. Her black hair was scattered on her shoulders, and she was wearing only a thin white underwear. She stood barefoot on the ground, tears hanging on her pale face.
When the wind blew, the withered yellow leaves floated and she was shaking in the wind.
Liusu looked at him with a decisive look. The sharp tip of the knife cut a long hole in her delicate and white skin, and blood overflowed and dyed the tip of the knife red.
It seems that peach blossoms are slowly blooming...
Extremely gorgeous, extremely poignant...
"Give me Zhu Yetong's ashes and let me go." She looked at her and retreated. The sharp stones were under her feet. Her soles were stabbed, and the blood stained the stones red...
Zhu Minglie looked at him, his eyes crossing in the air—
He is cold, she hates it!
She treated him as her biggest enemy, as if they were the two people who were most integrated into each other in the world.
Lan'er and the others were watching this scene nervously. They were afraid that Liusu would lose control, so they stabbed the knife into their necks.
"Put down the knife!" he said in a deep voice, his voice trembling in the wind.
"No!" The tip of the knife stabbed in a little more.
"Put down the knife, I am willing to consider the conditions you have proposed." Zhu Minglie's voice was low and his speed slowed down.
Luo Nian looked at Zhu Minglie and was surprised-
The emperor's attitude actually softened?
"Take the ashes first!" she insisted.
"Luo Nian... take over the Thirteenth Master's urn." Zhu Minglie looked at her and ordered.
"Yes, the emperor!"
A black urn was placed in front of Liusu, and the dagger in her hand slid to the ground, and she took Zhu Yetong's urn from Luo Nian's hand with trembling hands.
Tears suddenly slid down like rain, falling down on the cold urn.
Zhu Yetong now lives in this small world.
When he was alive, he was so rebellious and domineering that he was the demon king in the palace, but now he has turned into a jar of ashes.
"Now, you live in it, are you losing your temper again, thinking it's too small? Zuo Mu and Xiao Guozi are not by your side to serve you, are you not used to it?..." Liusu said softly,
Hold Zhu Yetong's urn tightly in his arms...
"Zhu Yetong!! Why are you going to die? How can you..." She shouted heart-wrenchingly at the sky. The sound echoed in the woods, taken away by the wind, and drifted to a very far place.
...
"If you can hear my voice, please listen carefully. You must take good care of yourself, don't lose your temper, don't be too kind, don't value love and friendship, don't be too good..."
Liusu shouted, feeling that he could not breathe anymore. Zhu Yetong was dead, he was dead...
She can no longer see him...
Until now, she could not believe it. She sat with her under the tree and listened to the wind, fled with her, and bought a chicken with fifty taels of silver in Taohua Village, who was still very sensible, and she was dead and would never come back...
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She turned around, hugged the urn and ran towards the depths of the woods. The withered yellow leaves drifted away, and her white figure gradually blurred, as if she was about to disappear into this world.
She was tired of running and couldn't run anymore, and she fell to the ground, tears dripping, cold and hot...
Sorry, sorry...
They are right, I killed you, I killed you
Without me, you wouldn't have died
Should I die like this...
Tassel fell to the ground and slowly closed her eyes:...
Let her fall asleep like this. In the dream, Zhu Yetong must not have died yet...
In a dream, you won't die...
There are large patches of snow-white pear blossoms in the dream, his cool heroic posture, his hearty laughter, and everything about him...
The branches and stones on the ground stabbed her body, but how could this pain be as painful as the psychological grief?
Zhu Minglie walked towards her step by step, and the mysterious black dragon robe fluttered with the wind, and his cold and arrogant breath solidified the air...
The setting sun in the distance is as bright as blood.
He bent down and picked her up. She was weak, as pale as paper, with tears hanging on her long eyelashes...
She was so heartbroken, she opened her eyes and looked at him, her face full of tears-
She said to him-
"I hate you, I really hate you, I want to kill you, but I can't, because I know that Thirteen will definitely not want you to die..."
Zhu Minglie's heart was torn apart, but his face was still so cold and ice, and his eyes were still deep and could not see the edge.
He wished he had magic to keep her by his side and no longer let her cry.
Her tears were his lifelong prison...
"Emperor...the emperor...is not good...the king of Lanling is coming to the city..."
Suddenly, the leader of the Imperial Guard hurried over to report.
Liusu suddenly opened her eyes...
He is here? He is finally here?
The look of expectation flashed in her eyes could not escape Zhu Minglie's gaze. He looked down at her, and a pain like a needle flashed in his heart...